VAGUE

CHAPTER 6 (PART 3)

CHAPTER 6

-PART THREE-

Cold flakes in that ash tray were how she treated the love she should have had for herself. Burnt it and left the ashes to become cold. Stacked like some site of mass murder,

no loving species could do this to one another,

These sticks of death can be representing for crude and selfish gains, wrinkled toxic stick had a slow creeping stench. Within moments its chemicals invaded everything, from a sickly yellow film over the skin to the air in lungs. The cigarette smoke had this entitlement, to be closer to you than some subway creep breathing in your face, touching as if random yet calculated. Could there be any lamer symbol of the era of addiction over true moral choice than the cigarette? Perhaps the coffee and cars even a book for the bizarre use of prime agricultural land and the gratuitous pollution. They are a hang-over of sorts, from an age where a person's right to get rich is placed more highly than the rights of the masses to health.

Inhaled the grey stench, the odor that foretold of tar-infested lungs and her future death-bed. There was something rotten in her eyes as she took each drag, as if she perversely lured on that morbid end to punish those who had caused her pain, she had been a drowning victim since,

it is true,

yet she cursed those who struggled beneath her feet in their own Davy-Jones-locker chains rather than striving for fresh air and sunshine.

Standing on the rooftop located at the middle of the town, where I can see the full view of everything. The town, was what a village becomes with no city planning and a great enthusiasm for architecture. Every building was different, every house has its own unique structures, vintage styles that borrows another era. It made the place as glorious as a beloved grandmother's quilt, ever patch unique and as eye catching as the one before. After weaving through the labyrinth of roads, the paths eventually converged and unveiled the piazza many known as the town's public square supermarket. Flocks of pigeons gathered everywhere, delighted numbers of people living in town as they huddled around the birds, and either fed them crumbs of bread, or took photographs. A sea of people, of all ages and ethnicities, filled the square. Rustic cabins dotted the grassy hills as trees stood up like spikes, zigzagging the border of brick roads and unpolished homes. Rivers streamed through deep valleys. Forest filled with different species of trees, plants or even wilds. The road is a monochrome patchwork, each one lined with a dark shiny border of tar. Despite of fixes there are still cracks and potholes. Some trees that were once fine saplings with soft spring foliage are now gnarled embitter trees growing tall without strength.

Criticizing whatever things, I can stare at. I almost consume a packed of cigarette just to ease my dramas. During the duration of my observation, my sight stared at a familiar person, which makes me automatically flash a smile, a sharp one.

And there he is.

My little rat.

As I observe more, he looks suspicious through its movements that gives me hint but I can say that he's way too professional than the others. Walking through a parking lot that seems pretty normal for the people around him, but not for me. I'm way too good at criticizing, he has a goddamn knife on his pocket, his structure was merely ready to attack once it triggers. The subject goes straight to a man wearing tattoos and riding on a black cheap 250cc chopper motor bicycle.

Seems there's a little dirty transaction over.

I flash an evil smile before going down from the rooftop. I immediately go straight to my red 400cc euro4 scrambler style motor bicycle and pulled the road going to the location of my sort-a prey. I've studied every act and tactic of this one, now that I have the opportunity to introduce myself intentionally, I will never let it go and I will not let anyone distract me from getting him unto my claws. I'm way too desperate to know him even more. As I arrived to the place, observing from behind they seem having a mini chitchats and drug dealing dirty activity.